"Xu Ruoying, you really have a man who forgets his mother. I made it very clear just now, bring Feng Lin here, or I'll kill your mom. It looks like you want her dead,"
the man wearing a hood slapped Wang Qin across the face.
"Mom! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"
Xu Ruoying apologized with tears, but she still didn't want to see Feng Lin walk into death.
The strength of these people, she had seen just now, must be the Ancient Martial Artists mentioned by Xu Chuan.
There were at least seven or eight of them. If Feng Lin came alone, it would be sheer suicide.
"It's not your fault, it's mine! I was so foolish, a few words from Wei Yanzhi lured me out."
Wang Qin's face was swollen from the slap, but no matter how heartless she was, Xu Ruoying was still her own daughter.
After being captured in the morning, she was forced to call Xu Ruoying, using the same scam that Xu Ruoying had used against Feng Lin before.
Luring the naive Xu Ruoying over.